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VACATION 



AN ORIGINAL COMEDY, 



13>a^ T-\7VO -A.OTS 



-BY- 
CHARLES TOWNSEND, 

Author of ''Border Land,'' ''Broken Fetters,'' etc., etc. 



TOGETHER WITH 




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and Exits— Relative Positions of tlie Performers on the 

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ACdfMPLETE DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE OF DE WITT'S ACTING 
p|>AYS and DE WITT'S ETHIOPIAN AND COMIC DRAMAS, containing 
Plot. Coltume, Scenery, Time of Representation, and all other intormation, mailed 
Free and vost-paid on application. 



IDI3 X'^ITT'S 



Ethiopian and Comic Drama. 



Nothing so thorough aud complete in the way of Ethiopian and Comic Dramas has 
ever been printed a« those that appear in the following list. Not only are the plots ex- 
cellent, the characters droll, the incidents funny, the language humorous, but all the 
situations, by-play, positions, pantomimic business, scenery, and tricks are so plainly 
put down and clearly explained that the merest novice could put any of them on the 
stage. Included in this Catalogue are all the most laughable and effective pieces of their 
kind ever produced. , 

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^**Tliese Plays require but one scene, unless otherwise stuteJ. 'Ill* ligaias ir. Ihe 
columus indicate tlie number of characters-^M. laile; F. Ferzalo. 



No. 
Ul. 

107. 

113. 
133. 

43. 

42. 

79. 

40. 

155. 

6. 

10. 

11. 
14B. 
110. 
126. 
127. 
128. 

120. 

78. 

89. 

24. 

108. 



35. 
112. 

41. 
144. 
140. 

12. 

53. 

63 
131. 
124. 
111. 

139. 
159. 
157. 

50. 

64. 

95. 

67. 

4. 

136. 



M. F. 

Absent Minded, Eth. farce 3 1 

African Box, Eth. burlesque, 2 sc. 5 
Africanus Bluebeard, Eth. musical 

burlesque 6 2 

Ambition, Irish farce, 2 scenes.... 7 

Awful Plot (An), Eth. farce 3 1 

Baby Elephant, Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 7 1 

Bad' Whiskey, Irish sketch 3 1 

Barney's Courtship, Irish musical 

interlude 1 1 

Big Mistake, Ethiopian sketch. .. 4 
Black Brigands, musical burlesque S 
Black Chap from Wliitechapel, 

Ethiopian farce 4 

Black Chemist. Ethiopian sketch.. 3 
Black-Ey'dWilliani,Eth.sketch,2BC. 4 1 



Black Forrest (The), Eth. farce... 2 
Black Magician, Eth. comicality.. 4 
Black Statue (The). Eth. farce. ... 4 

Blinks and Jinks, Eth. sketch 3 

B )bolino, the Black Bandit, Eth. 

musical farce 2 

Body Snatchers (The), Eth. sketch 

2 scenes 4 

Bogus Indian, sketch, 4 scenes. ... 5 
Bogus Talking Machine, Eth. farce 4 
Bruised aud Cured, Eth. Sketch.. 2 
Charge of the Hash Brigade, comic 

Irish musical sketch 2 

Christmas Eve in the South, Eth. 

farce 6 

Coal Heaver's Revenge, Eth sketch 6 
Coming Man, Eth. sketch. 2 scenes 3 
Cremation. Etb. sketch, 2 scenes. . 8 

Crowded Hotel (The), sketch 4 

Cupid's Frolics, sketch 5 

Daguerreotypes, Eth. sketch 3 

Damon and Pythias, Eth, burlesque 

2 scenes...' 5 

Darkey's Stratagem, Eth. sketch.. 3 
Darkey Sleep Walker, Eth. sketch. 3 

Deaf as a Post, Eth. sketcli 2 

Deeds of Darkness, Eth. extrava- 
ganza 6 

Desperate Situation, farce 6 

Dodging the Police, farce 6 

Don't Get Weary, musical sketch. 1 
Draft (The), Eth. sketch, 2 scenes. 6 
Dutchman's Ghost (The), sketch.. 4 

Dutch Justice. Dutch sketch 11 

Editor's Troubles, farce 6 

Eh? What is it? Eth. sketch 4 

Election Day. Eth. farce, 2 scenes. 6 
Elopement (The), farce, 3 scenes.. 4 

Excise Trials, Eth. sketch 10 

Fellow that Looks like Me, inter- 
lude 2 1'119. 



No. 

88. 

51. 
152. 
106. 

157. 

83. 

77. 

17. 

58. 

31. 

20. 

82. 
130. 

86. 

70. 

61. 
142. 

23. 

118. 

3. 

48. 

68. 
150. 

71. 
123. 

33. 

94. 

103. 

1. 

36. 

101.' 



117. 
158. 
44. 



First Night, Dutch farce 

Fisherman's Luck, Eth. sketch... 

Fun in a Cooper's Shop, Eth. sketch 

Gambrinns, King of Lager Beer, 
Eth. burlesque, 2 scenes 

Gentlemen Coon's Parade, Eth. 
musical sketch 

German Emigrant, Dutch sketch.. 

Getting Square on the Call Boy, 
Eth. sketch 

Ghost (The), Eth. sketch 

Ghost in a l?awn Shop, Eth. sketch 

Glycerine Oil, Eth. sketch, 2 sc... 

Going for the (;np, Eth interlude. 

Good Night's Rest, «<ketch 

Go and Get Tight. Eth. farce 

Gripsack (The), sketch 

Guide to the Stage, Eth. sketch. .. 

Happy Couple, farce 

Happy Uncle Rufus, Eth. musical 
sketch 

Hard Times, Eth. extravaganza... 

Helen's Funny Babies, Eth. bur- 
lesque ^ 

Hemmed In, Eth. sketch 

High Jack, the Heeler, Eth. sketch 

Hippotheatron, sketch 

How to Pay the Rent, farce 

In aud Out, sketch 

Intelligence Office, Eth. sketch.... 

Jealous Husband. Eth. sketch 

Julius the Snoozer, Eth. burlesque 
3 scenes 

Katrina's Little Game, Dutch act.. 

Last of the Mohicans, Eth. sketch. 

Laughing Gas, Eth sketch 

Limekiln Club in an Uproar (The), 
Eth. farce 

Live Injun. Eth. sketch, 4 scenes. 

Lost Will (The), Eth. sketch 

Lucky Job. larce, 2 scenes 

Lunatic (The), Eth. farce 

Making a Hit, Eth. farce, 2 scenes. 

MalicioUL! Trespass, Eth. sketch.., 

'Meriky. Eth. larce 

Micky Free, Irish sketch 

Midnight Intruder, farce 

Milliner's Shop, Eth sketch... 

Moko Marionettes, Eth. eccentri- 
city, 2 scenes. . 

Molly Moriarty, Irish musical 
sketch 

Motor Bellows, farce 

Mr. Mikado, musical burlesque../ 

Musical Servant, Eth. sketch /" 

Mutton Trial, Eth. sketch, 2 so./ 

My Wife's Visitors, farce ./" * 



M.F. 
4 2 
2 
6 

8 1 



2 2 

3 
2 
4 
3 
4 
3 
6 
3 
3 
2 1 



1 1 
5 1 



3 1 



4®- SPECIAL NOTICE.— All Rights Reserved. —This play is duly protected by 
copyright. Managers and actors wishing to produce it must obtain the consent of 
the publishers. It may, however, be produced by amateurs without permission. 



VACATION. 

AN ORIGINAL COMEDY, 
IN TWO ACTS. 

/ 

By CHARLES TOWNSEND, 

Author of ^^ Border Land^^ '•'■Broken Fetters^'^ etc., etc. 

TOGETHER WITH 



A DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUMES— CAST OP THE CHARACTERS — EN- 
TRANCES AND EXITS — RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORM- 
ERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OP THE STAGE 
BUSINESS. 






AUTHOR'S EDITIO 




^-ifsoy' 



NEW YORK : 

THE DE WITT PUBLISHING HOUSE, 

No. 33 Rose Street. 
Copyright, 1893, by R. H. Russell k Son. 



VACATION. 



CHARACTERS. 



PS2O8C) 
T23V3 



Mk. Pemberton, President of the Empii-e Bank. 

Herbert Wells, alias Jim Parr, formerly cashier of the Empire 

Bank; at present a guide. 
Curtis Dukbar, a " truly good " young man. 
G. Elliott Brayton, a sweet member of New York society. 
Old Obadiah Siggins, a farmer with an eye for business. 
Young Obadiah, his son. 
Jack Ashton, of the New York Daily Cyclone. 
Raggles, a tramp, 

Dick Percival, a leading actor in the Bon Ton Theatre. 
Dennis Clancy, an all-around man. 
Toots, a negro cook. 



TiME—The present day. Place— The Adirondacks in Northern New York. 
A few hours are supposed to intervene between the acts. 



TIME IN PLAYING— ONE HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES. 



SCENE PLOT. 



Act I.— a forest glade in 5th grooves. Flat and wings all trees; tree borders and 
sinks; a rough table, made of two or three eight-foot planks, supported on boxes, 
extends from rear, c, toward r. 2 e.; set rocks up l. Sunlight effects. 

Act II.— Same as Act II., except that it is by moonlight. The table is removed, 
and a small tent is pitched at the rear, the flaps being open to the audience. 



COSTUMES. 

Wells. — Woolen shirt, high boots, slouch hat, etc. 

Brayton.— Very " loud " outing costume. Long nightgown for last entrance. 

Old Obadiah.— Rough, ill-fitting suit. 

Young Obadiah.— Same. Trousers much too short. 

Raggles. — Tattered suit, but not too ragged. 

Jack, and the others.— Appropriate outing suits, 



PROPERTIES. 

(See also " Scene Plot " and " Costumes."; 

Act I.— Rough table; half a dozen camp stools; guns and fishing rods for the 
various characters; a bag of potatoes; tent, rolled up; walking stick and cigarettes 



VACATION. 6 

for Bkayton; hamper or large basket of dishes, tiu cups, plates, etc.; also caimecl 
goods, and various articles of food; large coflfee-pot coutaining hair brush; flour to 
sprinkle Toots and Brayton; dagger for Dunbar. 

Act II.— Tent; blankets; basket for Young Obadiah; cigarettes for Brayton; 
knife and pistol for Dunbar, the pistol to have a sure firing blank cartridge; rope; 
nightgown for Brayton. 



STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R. means Right of Stage, facing the Audience; L. Left; C. Centre; R. C. Right of 
Centre; L. C. Left of Centre; D. F. Door in the Flat, or Scene running across the 
back of the Stage; C. D. F. Centre Door in the Flat; R. D. F. Right Door in the 
Flat; L. D. F. Left Door in the Flat; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; 1 E. First 
Entrance; 2 E. Second Entrance; U. E. Upper Entrance; 1, 2 or 3 G. First, Second 
or Third Groove. 

R. R. C. C. L. C. L. 

J8@= The reader is supposed to be upon the stage, facing the audience. 



SYNOPSIS OF EVENTS FOR PROGRAMMES. 

ACT I.— A CAMP IN THE WOODS. 
"Play ball!" — Toots on his diguitj- — Ireland and Africa at war— Pemberton re- 
calls the past — Herbert and Dunbar meet — The taklative farmer — Young Oby speaks 
a piece — The dude's recitation — Dinner ! — Toots in trouble — A row — Dennis in his 
element — "That's a good wan! Paste him agin!" — A mussed-up dude — Queer 
coffee— The tramp's arrival — A flow of language — A song; new words to an old 
tune— Herbert's reflections— The tramp drops a hint— Dunbar's anger— The at- 
tempted murder — Herbert to the rescue — Tableau. 

ACT II.— SCENE AS BEFORE, A FEW HOURS LATER. MOONLIGHT. 
An evening song— Herbert's story— His suspicions— Dennis and the owl— A mad 
Irishman— A bloodless battle— More songs— Ghosts !— A frightened darkey— Brayton 
has an accident— The spoiled trousers— Young Oby's adventure with a cigarette— 
Dunbar's resolution— "I'll murder them both "—Dunbar overhears some plain 
talk— Herbert and Jack— " Good-night "—Herbert in danger— The midnight mnr- 
der— A lucky arrival— Raggles unravels a mystery— Seeking vengeance— The shot- 
Capture— Brayton frightened— Squaring the account— Finale. 



VACATION. 



ACT I. 

SCENE.— ^ glade in the forest. Flat shows trees. A tahle made of 
two rough boards about eight feet long, supported on boxes, ex- 
tends diagonally at rear from c, to r. Set rocks up l. Full stage. 
At rise of curlain enter Dick and Jack, l. u. e., with camp chairs, 
guns, and a bag of potatoes. 

Jack. Here we are, Dick. 

Dick. Think so? 

Jack. Dead sure. You can drop tlie murpliys. 

Dick {throwing down potatoes). " For tliis relief much thanks." 

Jack. Oh, hang Shakespeare ! 

Dick. Hang yourself ! Here I've tramped forty miles or so through 
these confounded woods with that precious bag of potatoes on my back, 
and you giving me a song and dance every live minutes about its being 
only a step farther ! {goes up r.) 

Jack {talcing potato from bag). You're a crank ! Play ball ! {throws 
potato to Dick, who catches it) One strike ! 

Dick {returning it quickly). Two strikes ! (Jack catches it and hurls 
it to Dick so that it flies out r. u. e.) 

Toots (o^r. u. e.). Wow! Quit yo' foolin'. 

Jack. Three strikes ! 

Dick {looks r.). No — it's a base hit. 

Enter TooT^, r. u. e. 

Toots. Look heah, Misser Ashton, I 'low 'twasn't in de 'greement, no 
how, 'at I's gwine ter git my e:^'e knocked outen wiv taters. No, sah ! 
When in de co'se ob inhuman events I done come up heah ter cook fo' 
yo' gemmans, I know'd my libe ud be in dangah from wil' animals; but, 
gemmen 

Jack. Where did it hit you, Toots ? 

Toots. Done hit me in de head, sah. 

Dick. Hurt much ? 

Toot. Din hu't my head, but done hu't my feelin's pow'ful bad, an' I 
says — Wow ! 

Dennis runs on, r. u. e., loith tent rolled up in a bundle, which he car- 
ries on his head. Slips as he enters, and hits Toots m tlie back, 
knocking him, down. 

Look heah, white trash, can't yo' see nufRn' ? (Jack and Dick go up l.) 



6 VACATION. 

Dennis. Begorra, the woods were dark enough alriddy widout a black 
cloud loike yersilf stoppin' up the dayloight. 

Toots. Ef yo' done dat a purpose 

Den. I didn't — me fut slipped. 

Toots. Dat's all right; but ef yo' had done dat a purpose 

Den. Thin what if I had? 

Toots {lifts right foot). I'd a done play'd my right bowah. 

Den. (Jiiwps up and slaps stage with hands). VVud ye now ? Come 
on. ye two-legg'd tar-bucket ! ye perambulatin' coalbin ! ye orang- 
outang's own cousin ! {sla2)s stage again) Come on, till I knock yer two 
oyes inter wan ! Give me wan swipe, yer — jist wan ! 

Toots. Huh ! Frink I's scar'd o' yo' ? Ise gotter rayzer, I has. Want 
me to use it— hey? 

Den. Kape down yer hands — kape 'em down ! Av ye make wan 
move ye'll foind yersilf sprend all over the universal creation! 

Toots. Quit yo' jabber, {they meet g., faces close together.) 

Den. Ah, naygur ! 

Toots. Yah, "Irish ! 

Dick {between them). Stop your caterwauling, or I'll chuck you both 
into the lake. 

Den. That's all roight, but I don't take no guff from that. 

Jack. Take this tent back by the bluff yonder, and then go after the 
others. 

Den. All roight, sor. {goes r.) Ah, naygur ! [Exit, r. u. e. 

Toots. I'd jes' dead likely ter carve dat man ef it warn't agin de law. 

Jack. Go and carve some firewood. There's no law against that. 

Toots {going l.). Yes, sah. Oh, Ise de peaceablest cullud gemman 
yo' eber see when I isn't mad. Yes, sah. [Exit, l. u. e. 

Dick. Where are tlje others ? I hope they're not lost. 

Jack. No danger of that {np l.) Here's Pemberton and Dunbar. 

Dick. I wonder what's become of the dudelet. 

Jack. I dare say the guide has him. 

Enter Pemberton «;kZ Dunbar, l. u. e. 

Pemberton. Well, boys ! Is this the camp ? 

Jack. This is where we dine— in good weather. Observe the ma- 
hogany — {indic((ting table) a design of my own. Yonder {pointing r.) 
is where we sleep. 

Pem. And light mosquitoes. 

Dk^k. They won't trouble us. 

Pem. Why not ? 

Dick. Because Brayton will be around with his cigarettes. 

Pem. Ah, now I see why he was invited, {sits l.) 

Jack. Great scheme, wasn't it? I saw him once at a tenuis party 
out in Jersey. Everybody had two rackets — one for the ball, the other 
to kill mosquitoes. All but Brayton. He was calmly smoking ciga- 
rettes, and he thus killed a hundred to our one. 

Dick. There, gentlemen, you see the awful results of making up the 
circulation reports of a daily newspaper. 

Jack. It's the truth. I never lied but once, and that was when I 
called you an actor. 

Dick. All right, my boy — I'll owe you one. 

Jyck. Come on, then -let's go fishing. 

Dick. Got any bait ? 

Jack. Yqs, a quart of it. 



VACATION. i 

Dick. Lead on, me lud. Me soul's in arms 

Jack. Ob, rats! Come otf ! [T/n'ij exi/, r. 

Dunbar. Humph ! An actor and a reporter. They are well matched. 

Pe.m. Now, Curtis, don't be gumpy. I like to see young men enjoy 
themselves, (sifs.) 

Dun. So do I— in a rational manner; but I have no patience with 
clowns. 

PicM. My dear fellow, your cast-iron morality has made you a melan- 
choly Jacques. Get rid of it here in the woods. Throw care aside, 
forget the rigors of Wall street, and let the bright sunshine thaw you 
out. If you don't, when you reach my age you will be another Scrooge, 
iceiiig your office in the dog days. 

Dux. My dear friend, you know that I am opposed to levity in any 
form. 

Pkm. Yes— and I have often remarked that it is something unusual 
in a voung man. 

Dux. VVould 5'ou have your cashier a hale fellow well met ? Do you 
want another Herbert Wells in a position of trust ? 

Pem, {((ffecfed). There, there, don't speak of him. (turyis away.) 

Dun. (aside, sneerinqlij). A mighty tender subject for the old boy! 

Pem. Two years have* passed since that wretched day when Herbert 
stood before me self-convicted. I might have forgiven the dishonesty, 
but the ingratitude— the ingratitude of the boy whom I loved as a son ! 
(7'ises and <joes up c.) 

Dun. It's the way of the world. 

Pem. (Jioth/). No, sir ! You are wrong there, for I was partially at 
fault. He said he could explain— he would have explained, but I refused 
to listen. 

Dun. And you did right. He admitted that he was a thief; no words 
could disprove that. 

Pem. But I should have heard him; I w^as entirely too severe. 

Dun. Pardon me, sir, but I think you were entirely too lenient; you 
let him go free instead of jailing him. 

Pem. You begged me to do so. 

Dun. True enough; but I was younger then, and my sympathies ran 
away with my sense. 

Pem. And the sympathy never came back. 

Dun. No, for I look at the 'matter now in a logical way. A cul])rit, 
knowing the penalty of a broken law, should receive it. Leniency in 
such a case is a premium on crime. Law breakers must be punished, 
or there would soon be an end to all security. Men are all dishonest to 
a greater or less degree. Men steal money, authors steal ideas, and 
even some ministers are not wholly originalin their sermons. 

P(iM. You think all men are rascals ? 

Dun. All men would be if tempted far enough. 

Pem. Your croaking is enough to drive a man to suicide. 

Di;n'. Then, to change the subject, what do you think of our guide ? 

Pi:>r. I hardly noticed him. He was not in our boat, you know. Why 
do \o\\ ask ? 

Dun. (carelessl)/). Oh, for nothing in particular, {doiim R.) 

Pem. (c). Here he comes with Brayton. 

Dun. a word. (Pemberton comes e.) Take a good look a?t him. 

Eniei- Herbert and Bratton, l. u. e. 
Herbert. Here you are, safe and sound. 



8 



VACATION. 



Brayton. Aw — yaas. Thanks, awfull3^ 

Herb. Want any more help ? 

Bray. I caun't think of anythhig; — er~aw yaas — you might polish up 
my shoes, don't cherknow ? 

Herb. No, I don't know. Do I look like a bootblack ? 

Bray. Weally I — I meant no ofleuce. 

Herb. Exactly ; but in future be careful who you ask to black your 
shoes, or you may get your nose polished instead"^ {goes up c.) 

Bray, (l., aside). Oh deah ! 1 don't half like this. I'd much wather 
be at home. {Exit, l. 

Dun. Do you recognize him ? 

Pem. He looks like— Good heavens ! can it be 

Dun. Herbert Wells ? I think so. I'll tind out. 

Herb, {down c). How do you like the camp, gentlemen? 

Dux. Very much indeed, Mr.— what may I call you ? 

Herb. Whatever you please. I'm usually called Jim, without any 
Mister. 

Dun. Jim ? 

Herb. That's it— J-i-m. Easy to spell, and not hard to pronounce. 

Dun. I am glad you have told me; otherwise I might have made the 
mistake of calling you Herbert Wells. 

Herb. I should make no mistake whatever in calling you Paul Pry.| 

Dun. Don't be impertinent, fellow. 

Herb. Impertinent ? Why, are you superior to anybody ? 

Dun. I'm superior to a thief. 

Herb, {raising fist). You cur ! I'll 

Pem. (between them). Gentlemen ! No quarreling here. 

Herb. I'll not quarrel. But the man who calls Jfm Parr a thief must 
eat his words or get hurt. 

Dun. If you are not Herbert Wells I apologize. 

Herb. Then Ave'll drop it. But after this be sure you make no such 
mistakes, {to Pemberton) Would you like to try a shot, sir ? I heard a 
partridge drumming down by the lake. 

Pem. I'll join you with pleasure. 

Herb. This way, then. Clancy has the guns. {They exit, k. 

Dun. {iNitching them). Jim Parr, eh ? Here's richness. If that fel- 
fellow isn't Herbert Wells, then I'm asleep. At all events, I've made 
him deny his identity, so that he and old 'Pemberton will not come to 
an understanding; otherwise it would be devilish awkward for me. 
Stuff"! He's too proud to talk of it, and old Pemberton is such a blind 
fool that he thinks me a saint— just a little too good, perhaps, for this 
wicked world. Thai cursed Haggles is safe behind the bars, so what 
have I to fear ? (l.) Nothing, my dear fellow, just nothing at all. ^ 

{Exit, L. 
Enter Jack and Dick, k. 

Dick. It's an outrageous swindle ! 

Jack. It's nothing of the sort. Can you expect any self-respecting 
fish to bite when a wild-eyed lunatic is thrashing the water with his 
pole, trying to upset the boat, and using language full of brimstone? 
No, sir. Fish are sensitive creatures, and when you try to catch them 
with clubs or bad words, you are sure to get left. 

Dick. Well, I hooked a big one, anyway. 

Jack. And of course It got away; the big ones always do. 

Enter Old Obadiah, l. 



VACATION. 9 

Old Obadiaii. How cV do, folks? Be you the campers ? 

Dick. We be. Don't you see a sort of distressed look about us— 
myself especially ? 

Old 0. Wal, I dunno but what you do look sorter peakid. Ain't sick 
uer nothin', be you ? 

Dick. Yes, I'm very sick — of camp life. 

Old 0. 1 want ter know ? Now, it war jest this mornin' I sez to young 
Obadiaii— thet's my son, named arter me. Yer see. I'm Obadiaii Sig- 
gins — got a shack an' a little clearin' crost tlier lake, whar I raise garden 
truck and sech. Bein' ef you want any, I kin let you have some at 
reg'lar rates. An' as fer bread now, niy wife — she tliet was Almiry 
Jones— kin beat the Dutch at bakin' ; alius tuck fust prize at ther county 
fair, though Deacon Higgins' darter Sally — she thet married a tin ped- 
dler, an' got killed by a runaway hoss — uster gin her a clus rub. An' 
aigs, too,"'though they da come ruther high ; but law, I s'pose you city 
folks'll hev 'em anyhow, as my wife sez ter me this mornin'; she sez, 
sez she, " Obadiah," sez she 

Jack. I beg your pardon, Mr. Siggins, but some time ago— along in 
the glacial period— you were about telling me what you said to young 
Obadiah. Would it be too much trouble to go back and report that 
memorable conversation ? Perhaps your burning words may find a 
l)lace in the Daily Cyclone. 

Old O. Shoo now ! Be you the editor of the Cyclone, an' do you write 
all the things in it ? 

Dick. Oh, certainly. He writes all the things. 

Old 0. Wal, wal, wal. An' what's your bisness? 

Dick. The stage. 

Old 0. I wanter know ! Gee ! I uster drive a stage myself. 

DrcK. You don't quite catch the idea. I mean the theatrical stage. 

Old 0. Shucks ! You ain't a play acter, be you ? 

Jack. The public may be in doubt on the subject, but he is not. 

Old 0. Not an acter ? 

Dick. Not in doubt. 

Old 0. Then you he an acter. Say, you're jest the feller I wanter see 
an' hev a talk witli. You see, j^oung Obadiah— thet's my son— he's dead 
sot on bein' a play acter. He war' over ter town onct an' seen a show 
erbout Uncle Tom's Cabin. Ever hearn tell of it ? 

Jack. The name sounds familiar. I think Dick played Tom once, 
didn't you, Dick ?— or was it Little Eva ? (Dick shakes his fist at him.) 

Old 0. An' then he read 'n a paper 'bout how much a acter named 
Booth makes, {to Dick) Maybe you've seen him. 

Dick. Rather. 

Old 0. You ain't him, be you ? 

Jack (aside). Oh lord ! 

Old 0. Anyhow, he's jest sot crazy ter ace, an' I s'pose he kin du it 
ez good's anybody. 'Tain't very hard, I guess. 

Jack. No, it's not hard on the actor, but sometimes it's very hard on 
the audience. 

E7iter Young Obadiah, l. 

Young O. Say, pa, ain't you 'most ready ter go hum ? 

Old 0. Come here, Oby."^ Now, I've ben a tellin' these here city fellers 
'bout your wantin' ter be a play acter. Now, mebby it ud be a good 
idee ter speak thet piece fer 'em wot you larned out ter a paper. 

Young O. I don't want ter. {ttvists about bashfully.) 

Old O. Oh shucks ! Yes you du. Come now, toe the mark. 



10 VACATION. 

Young 0. Hain't no mark ter toe. 
Old 0. Then toe the place where the mark orter be. 
Young 0. {toes the mark, hoios awkicanUy, and speaks the following 
verses in a droning, sdioolboy manner. Stands first on one foot, then 
on the other; tivists ahont ; looks down for awhile, then looks up; 
gesticulates clumsily, sometimes at the beginning, and sometimes at 
the end of a line ; draws back of hand across nostrils occasionally. 
This recitation can be made very funny with practice.) 
At midnight 'n his guarded tent 

The Turk uz dreamin' uv the hour 
When Greece er knee 'n suj^plunce bent, 

Should tremble at his power. 
An hour passed on — the Turk awoke — 

That bright dream was his last. 
He woke to hear the sentrj- shriek 

To arms ! They come! The Greek ! The Greek ! 
He woke ter die mid flame 'n smoke. 
An' shout, {pauses) an' shout — an' all that sort o' thing. 

{then, confidently) 
Strike — till the last armed foe expires! 
Strike — for your altars and your fires ! 
Strike — for the green graves of your sires, 
God 'n your native land! {last line t6ry rapidly.) 
Old 0. Thar, now ! Ever see anything like that afore ? 
Jack. Never ! 
Old 0. Hain't 
Dick. Doubtless. 

Enter Brayton, l. 
Bray. Unusual ? Bah Jove ! Wichard, you must take him to New 
York, don't cher know, don't cher see, foh he'd be funnier, don't cher 
understand, than a whole cage of monkeys, {stares at Young Obadiah, 
and' pokes cane at him.) 
Old O. Great fishhooks ! Air it alive ? 

Young 0. Say, pa, he's lafl^n' at me. Can't you make him stop ? 
Old 0. You let him alone, you dumb fool ! Mad, ain't you, 'cause 
you can't speak like him ? Let's see you try. 
Bray. Great Scott ! 
DrcK. Make him speak. 
Jack. Or sing. 

Young O. {laughing). Haw, haw, haw ! Kin he sing ? He looks like 
a bird, don't he, pa ? 
Bray, {angrily). I'll bweak my walking stick ovah youah head ! 
Old 0. No you won't, sonny, 'cause then I'd break your head. Go 
on, speak your piece. 

Bray, {aside). I'll just show this wustic that I can speak, {aloud) All 
wight, {comes down c, stands straight as a ramrod, and speaks rap- 
idly, without gesture, and without letting his voice fall.) 
Half a league, half a league. 

Half a league onward ; 
All in the Valley of Death, 
Wode the Six Hundred. 
"Forward the Light Brigade, 
Charge foh the guns," he said; 
Into the Valley of Death 
AVode the Six Hundred. 



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Cannon to wight of them, 

Cannon to left of them, 

Cannon to front of them, 
Volleyed and thundered; 

Stormed at with shot and shell, 

Boldly they wode, and well; 

Into the jaws of death, 

Into the mouth of— well, no mattah — 
Wode the Six Hundred. 

Then they wode back, but not 

Not the Six Hundred, {during t/iis recitation the 
others ham quietly left the stage, going qf-R. and l.) Of cowse not, foh 
there is only Four Hundred now. I daw say the otha two hundred 
have been dwopped out. {looks around) Hello ! Everybody has dwopped 
out. {goes up. ) 

Enter Toots, l. u. e., with ham^jer of dishes, etc. 

Toots. Come, sah, hump yo'self, hump yo'self. 

Bray. Are you addvvessing me? 

Toots. Co'se I is, co'se I is. Ever'body wuks in de woods. Heah, 
help sot de table, {jnits dishes, knives, forks, etc., into Brayton's 
hands, always having something ready as he turns away from table.) 

Brav. Oh deah ! What if some of the deah boys should see me ? I'd 
be wuined for life. This is dweadful ! 

Toots. You's doin' quite well, sar, quite well. Ef you had a few yeahs' 
practice you'd make atol'ble waitah, sah. (Brayton drops a iilate) Hey! 
Dat won't do. Hab to take dat outen you pay, sah. 

Bray. Blarst it ! Don't talk as if I were a waitah. 

Toots {bangs on tin pan). Dinnah ! Dinnah ! Dinnah ! Come along, 
ef you please, sah, an' help me fotch de grub. {Exeunt, l. u. e. 

Enter Dick and Jack, r. Dunbar, l. 

Jack. Hello, Dunbar ! Is your royal liver getting into working order ? 

Dun. {surlily). My liver is all right, thank you. 

Jack. Then it must be that yoiir conscience is troubling you. (Dun- 
bar turns away imijatiently) No, it can't be that, for you bankers 
haven't any. 

Dick. Not when you want to borrow money— I'll swear to that. (Toots 
brings in hamper of food and exits.) 

Dun. I believe that I am in my usual health; if not, I know where to 
seek proper advice. 

Jack {aside). What a bear ! 

Enter Pemberton aiid Herbert, r. 

Pem. Did anybody say dinner ? 

Jack. Yes sir. Just imagine yourself at the Cafe' Savarin — if you 
can. 
Dick. Oh, give us something easy. 

Pem. Well, "fall in," everybody, {they gather about the table.) 
Jack. Toots! 

All {in successio)i). Toots ! Toots ! T-o-o-t-s ! 
Toots {qfi,.). Yes sah ! 
Den. (q^L.).Come, naygur, git a move on yez. 



12 VACATION. 

Bray. (ofL.). MurcUib ! Murdah! You black wetch ! 
Den, {of l.). Paste liim in the jaw ! Give it to him ! 
Pem. What's all this ? 

Den. (o/l.). That's a good wan — hit 'ini agin ! 
Toots (offL.). Wow ! Stop you' foolin' ! 

Eiitei' Brayton ayid Toots, l. Both are covered with flour, especially 
about the face. 

Toots. Ise gwine ter hab de law on him. 

Dick. Beei^ lighting, Brayton? 

Dun. This is really disgraceful. 

Bray. Yaas, isn't it? I'm going wight stwaight home. 

Jack. Have some dinner first. Go and wash your face, Toots, and 
send Clancy with the cofl'ee. 

Toots. Yes sah. {going l., aside) 'Tween dat ar Irishman an' dat ar 
dude dis yere chile am jes erbout sick ob liviu'. [Exit, l. 

Dick. Fire the salmon over here. 

Jack. All right, {takes package from hamper and tosses it to Dick) 
Cut the string. 

Dick {ope)is package). Moses ! These are earth worms, confound 
you ! {throws package aside.) 

Jack. It's all the same. The fish eat 'em, and you eat the fish. 
What's the difference ? 

Enter Dennis, l., loith large coffee-pot. The others, meanwhile, have 
been eating during foregoing conversation. Dennis fllls cups. 

Bray. Aw, I say, Mr. Guide, are there weally any wild animals heah 
in the woods ? 

Herb. Plenty of them. 

Bray. What would you do if you should see — aw — a bear, for in- 
stance ? 

Herb. It would depend upon what the bear did. 

Dun. And supposing you were to meet a rascal here, what then ? 

Herb. What then ? AYhy, {tvith meaning) I should drop everything, 
look him straight in the face, and ask him "if he expects to keep out of 
jail much longer. 

Bray, {choking). Ug— ug 1 

Pkm. What's the matter ? 

Jack. Pound him on the back! 

Dick. Roll him on a log ! 

Den. Polace! 

Herb. Slap his back. (Jack aiid Dick do so.) 

BitAY. {relieved). All wight, all wight. Quit now. This is no slugging 
match. Bah Jove ! You fellahs are twying to do me up I weckon. 

Den. Thare ! That's all the thanks we get fer savin' yer loife. I'd 
rather go an' quarrel with the naygur than hear a dude gabble, 

[Ecit, L. 

Pem. This coffee doesn't taste just right. 

Dun. Nor mine. 

All {after sipping). Nor mine. 

Herb. Let's see what's wrong, {opens coffee-pot and p,ulls out large 
hair brush) A hair brush ! Whose is it ? 

Bray. Aw, yaas— it's mine. I was wondering what had become of it. 



VACATION. 13 

t>iCK (rtff.er a imnse, qiiiefhj). Mr. Brayton, would you not like to go 
away somewhere and stop breathino; for a year or two ? 

Bray. Pewaps you think I made the coflee; but weally 1 didn't. 

Pem. Curtis, let's have a shy at some of the lake trout. 

Dun. All right, (to Pemberton) I'd like to use a club on that bull- 
head ! [Exit 'With Pemberton, r. 

Bray. He looked weal savage. I wonder if he was talking about me. 

Old 0. {off-L. u. e.). I guess you had better get out. 

Young 0. Make him go, pa, make him go. 

Old 0. Jest what I will. 

Enter Raggles and the Obadiahs, l. u. e. 

Raggles. My dear sir, pray do not get excited. The weather is 
warm, and any undue excitement might cause a rush of blood to the 
head, which might prove fatal. See ? 

Old 0. Wal, ef I war runnin' this here camp thar'd be a rush o' feet 
to your coat-tails. 

Herb. What's the trouble here ? 

Young O. Ye see, pa an' me wus goin' hum, an' we met this here 
tramp, an' he war sassy, an' pa war goin' ter giv him a lickin', an' he 
throw'd pa ther fust grab, an' so we 'eluded we'd better come up an' 
tell you folks 'bout it, an' the ole tramp come right along, sa3an' as how 
he'd jes as much right here 'n the woods as anybody. 

Old 0. {speakiu'j <it Sftme time). Hain't ben no trouble 'cept 'at that 
air sassy tramp's ben givin' me some slack talk, which I ain't goin' ter 
Stan' from nobody, leastways from sech a good-fer-nothin' 's he is, an' 
ef you don't want ter be stole blind youU fire him out 'n a hurry. 

Rag. {s})eaki)ig at smne time). Tliese agricultural members of serciety 
are all right in their way, but not bein' accustomed ter mixiii' with the 
real simon pure blue blood gentlemen like us, they're apt ter be sorter 
conspikerous, an' the ole yap tuk me fer a jay, an' tackled in an' landed 
on his head kinder permiskus. 

(Note. — The ihree foregoing speeches must he delivered in unison 
and very rapidlij.) 

Old 0. {loudly). Shet up ! 

Rag. {to Young O.). Young man, how d' you s'pose we gentlemen 's 
goin' to talk with you a-llingin' in yer song an' dance all ther while ? 

Bray. Say, fellah, we don't want you awound here, don't you know ? 
(Raggles takes a step toward him) Go 'way, you fellah, go 'way now. 
\retreats) You're not at all nice. 

Rag. I'll be jiggered If it ain't alive ! 

Jack. What do you want anyhow ? 

Rag. Grub. 

Dick. Give him some of that coflfee. 

Herb. Don't; it would kill him. {to Raggles) If you're hungry, sail 
in. Nobody can go hungry in this camp. 

Rag. Thank you, squire, {aside) That face ! Can it be that I have 
found him at last ? {goes to table and eats.) 

Dick. Let's have a song. 

Jack. Fire away. 

Rag. 'Sense me, gentlemen, but if you're agoin' to indulge in "Com- 
rades " er "Anne Rooney," would you mind holdin' off until I kin gather 
up some grub and escape. 

Dick. Slir at your peril ! 



14 VACATION. 

Chorus. Air.—" W/ien Johnnie Comes Maj'ching Home.'^ 
SONG. 

This camping out is jolly fun, 

You bet, you bet ! 
There's sport with rod, there's sport with gun, 

You bet, you bet ! 
Our play is work, our work is play, 
We sleep all night and we loaf all day, 
And we live— like— lords— when camping out, 

You bet ! 

From all set forms we have cut loose, 

You bet, you bet ! 
Our heads are out of the social noose. 

You bet, you bet ! 
There's none to bother, no trouble comes, 
We wear old clothes, and we look like bums, 
For we don't— care— a rap — when camping out, 

You bet! 

Then cry hurrah for a woodman's life. 

You bet, you bet ! 
Far from the city's noisy strife. 

You bet, you bet ! 
We're in for fun, we're out for a lark, 
We'll " whoop'er up" from dawn till dark, 
For we feel— like— boys— when camping out, 

You bet ! 

{At conclusion of song all exit, r. and l., except Herbert, who 
remains seated.) 

Herb. How strangely fate decides the current of our lives. To-day 
we are prosperous and happy ; the sky is cloudless, and the future seems 
full of joyous hope. To-morrow the storm clouds gather, the sky is 
overcast, and the chill winds of adversity sweep away both fame and 
fortune. That one act of mine, so harmless in itseif, blighted all my 
prospects, and sent me adrift in he world to begin the struggle of life 
anew, and that, too, while bearing the stigma of a tarnished name. Yet 
I was contented enough here in the woods until my ill luck brought 
Pemberton and tliat double-faced Dunbar here to spy me out. But 
who knows— it may be for the best. A few words of explanation would 
show Mr. Pemberton that I never wronged him in the least. But, {des- 
2)on dently) wovi\(\. he believe me? Alas, no. A name once tarnished 
can never be cleared. 

Rao. {who has entered, l. u. e., during the above). Don't be too cer- 
tain of that, old boy. 

Herb, {rising). Who are you? 

Rag. Nobody in pertickler. I'm a tramp, an' my name's Raggles. 
You might call me Rags fer short, 'cause that would suit my present 
wearm' apparel plumb bang. 

Herb. I don't know you. 

Rag. P'raps not. I ain't a very purty sight, but I'm a blame sight 
better'n I look. 

Herb, {looking at him closelj/). I've seen j'ou before. 

Rag. I know it; but never mind that. I know you, Herbert Wells. 

Herb. Hush, man ! 



VACATION. 15 

Rag. It's all right, old fellow. You've treated me like a man to-day, 
an' I ain't one to forget it. I can do yon a good turn, an' hang me ef 
1 don't. 

Herb. What do you mean ? 

Rag. Keep mum ! Some one's comin' ! 

Entei- Dunbar, r. 

Dun. (aside). Raggles here ? Confound the fellow ! (Herbert goes 
tip c. ) 

Rag. (to Dunbar). Howdy do, boss? 

Dun. You infernal tramp! What are you doing here ? 

Rag. Enjoyin' me summer's outin' ! Yer see, boss, it's just like this: 
I sez to my friend Jay Gould t'other day, sez I, "Jay,"sez I, "we's 
workin' too blame liard. We orter take a vacation." He agreed as 
how I was right, an' begun ter jolly me up 'bout takin' a trip on his 
yacht, but I'm sorter leary 'bout goin' on ther water, an' so 

Dun. You infernal scoundrel ! Be off now, or I'll beat you out of the 
camp. 

Rag. Better not try that. Mister man, er you may git a push in the 
face. 

Dun. You cur ! Do you threaten me ? Then I'll give you a taste of 
this ! {draws knife and rushes at Raggles.) 

Herb, (rushes down and catches Dunar's lorisi). Will you though ? 

Dun. (in 2oain). Oh ! (drops knife.) 

Herb. You contemptible coward ! If you wece half tit to die, I'd 
wring your miserable neck, (hurls him down.) 

quick curtain. 



ACT II. 

SCENE. — T/ie same, excejit that a small tent is pitched at the rear, 
(Inhere the table stood, the flaps being open to the audience. Moon- 
light. Jack, Dick, Pemberton, and Brayton are gathered about, 
singing. Air — " Come, Send Rowid the Wine.'^ 

Note. — If any one objects to Moore's song, any popular air may be 
substituted. 

Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief 

To simpleton sages and reasoning fools; 
This moment's a flower too fair andtoo brief 

To be withered and stained by the dust of the scho'ols. 
Your glass may be purple and mine may be blue, 

But while they are tilled from the same bright bowl. 
The fool that would quarrel for difference of hue 

Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul. 

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side. 
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? 

Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried. 
If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? 



3 6 VACATION. 

From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly 

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ? 

No — perish the hearts and the laws that try 
Truth, valor, and love by a standard like this. 

Jack. What a dilTerence there is between a song in town and a rol- 
licking chorus in the woods. 

I)icK. Certainly there is. If you were to howl in town as you do here 
you'd be run in. 

Bray, I sang once, and I wasn't wun in. 

Ja(;k. How did you esca])e ? 

Dick. He didn't — but his listeners did. 

Pem. I wonder what has become of Dunbar ? 

Bray. I weckon he's cut and wun. 

PeiAi. Run where ? 

Bray. Caun't say. Only I thought he and the guide and the twamp 
were having a wumpus, don't you know, and I saw Mm go away in one 
diwection and the twamp in another. 

Pem. Whicli way did he go ? 

Bkay. Ovah toward the wustic's house— that wude old farmer, don't 
you know, 

Pem. You say they were quarreling ? 

Bray. No, they were only having a wumpus. The guide was choking 
Dunbar, don't you know ; that's all. Pni positive they were not quar- 
reling. 

Pem. I must look into this. Come, Brayton, take a walk with me. 
{up L.) 

Bray. Yaas — if it isn't vewy far. {r/oes iq?.) 

Pem. Just far enough to give you an appetite for sleep. 

[They exit, l. 

Dick. So Dunbar has been having a row. 

Jack. And getting choked. 

Dick. Served him right, no doubt. 

Jack. I dare say. That guide is a man who will stand no nonsense, 
and Dunbar would provoke an angel. 

Dick, You are right. He has often provoked me. Now don't have 
a fit. Pm no angel. 

Jack. I should say not, the way you played the Devil in "Faust" last 
winter. 

Dick. I ought to have played it well, the way I was "roasted" in 
your confounded paper. 

Ja(;k. Stop your growling. Let's have a look at our tent. I suppose 
the guide sleeps here. I should like to know the reason for his row 
with Dunbar. 

Dick {looks r.). Then find out. Here he comes. I'll vanish. 

[Exit, R. Jack goes up. 

Enter Herbert, l. 

Jack. Good-evening, Jim, 
Herb. Good-evening. 

Jack. You look worried, old fellow. Anything wrong ? 
Herb. Yes. 

Jack. Can I be of any service? 

Herb. You might— and yet, why should 1 trouble you with my afi'airs? 
Jack. Why ? Because we are friends, and if that prig of a Dunbar has 
anything to do with it, I shall be only too glad to help you. 



VACATION. 17 

Herb. Then I will tell you. {they sil) I am not Jim Parr. My real 
name is Herbert Wells, and I was formerly cashier of the Empire Bank 
in New York. Something over two years ago my father was forced to 
pay a note which he had endorsed for a so-called friend. The note was 
a heavy one, and it swept away all his little property. Even his home 
would have gone had I not sent him enough to wipe out the debt. 

Jack. That was generous. 

He KB. No, it was wrong. For to do it I was obliged to overdraw my 
salary to the extent of five hundred dollars. Mr. Pemberton — the 
President of the bank — was away at the time, but I knew he would not 
object, as my salary would soon have balanced the amount. But im- 
agine my surprise on his return to be called into his private office and 
discharged without warning — to be called a thief, and allowed no chance 
to explain. 

Jack. It was an infernal shame. 

Herb. I never could understand it. I had charged mj^selfwith the 
amount, and although I liad no right to overdraw my salary, yet the 
amount was comparatively so small that I am satisfied there is some- 
thing back of it all. 

Jack. And Dunbar ? 

Hkrb. He was a teller in the bank at the time; now he occupies my 
old position. 

Jack. Do you suppose he had anything to do with it ? 

Herb. I think he had, and yet I have no proof. I only know that I 
saw him come sneaking out of the President's room that morning just 
before 1 was sent for, and I remember the evil smirk on his face as I 
passed him. 

Jack. Was he your enemy ? 

Herb. He is an envious cur, and would drag down any man who is 
above him ; yet he conceals his real senthnents under an air of piety 
which is highly effective. 

Jack. 1 have observed that. But what caused your quarrel to-day ? 

Herb. His vicious temper got away with him, and he was about to 
assault that poor wretcli of a tramp, when I shut oft' his wind. 

Jack. Good enough. But it must be that he knows you. 

Herb. Very likely; and that, no doubt, is why he left the camp. 1 
think that Pemberton also recognizes me, but I am not sure. I have 
changed greatly during the last two years. 

Jack. Why not have an understanding with the old gentleman? 

Herb, {springing up). What ! Get down on my knees to the man 
who called me a thief ! No indeed ! I'll rot here in the woods first ! 
{crosses.) 

Jack. 1 admire your pluck. Still, a few words might put every thing- 
straight. 

Herb. This fellow Raggles knows my name, and seems to know 
something about the matter. 

Jack. Where is he ? 

Herb. He disappeared immediately after the fracas. 

Jack. Let's take a walk. Perhaps we may stumble on him. 

Herb. All right; but remember, Jack, I've told you this wretched 
story in confidence, {they go r.) 

Jack. You may depend on me, Herbert. I know I talk as much as 
the law allows, but I am able to hold my chattering tongue on a pinch. 

[They exeunt, r. 

Den. (o/fL.). Hooray! Hooray! {enters l.) Begorra, it's here I am 
at last. An', by the ghost of Molly Connor's cat, I'm that tired enough 



19 VACATION. 

to drop (lead standin" up ; so I am. I got lost in the woods. I eudn't 
foind me way from nowhere to onywhere. The nearer home I got the 
farther away I wint, an' by an' by I got to where I wasn't onywhere at 
all at all. Thin I stopped an' stood still widout movin', an' put me two 
hands forninst me lips an' cried out, "Hello ! I'm lost in the woods! " 
Thin from somewhere a voice sez, " Who ? Who ?" sez he. An' sez I, 
" Dinny Clancy ! " sez I. "Who ? Who ? "' sez he, " Dinny Clancy ' " 
sez I, a bit louder, for 1 thought he might be hard o' hearin'. He made 
no anwer to thot, so afther awhoile I sang out louder thin iver, {hands 
to his face as before) Hello-o-o ! I'm lost"! " ' Who ? Who ?" sez he. 
''Dinny Clancy, ye ould fool, the son o' Pat Clancy!" "Who-o? 
AVho-o-o? Who-o-o-o!' ''Pat Clancy, av Ballymahon, who married 
Bridget O'Hannahan, ye thafe, who lived wid her brother Mike ! " 
"Who? Who-o-o?" {pauses, look around, spits on his Jiands, and 
says very distinctly) "Michael O'Hannahan, the, best man in ould Ire- 
land barrin' John L, Sullivan o' Boston, an' av ye say another word, ye 
dirthy Chinase naygur, I'll make ye think ye're struck by lightning, 
loike tlie widdy Murphy's cow!" "Who?' Who? Who-o-o-o?" I 
niver said another thing, but I got me a bit av a sthick, an' thramped 
all over the woods luckin' fer him till I found mesilf here, which is luck 
fer me an' bad luck fer him wid his " who, who, who-ing," 

Enter Toots, l. 

Toots. Say — wish yo'd stop yo' jabber. How yo' spects a gemman's 
gwine ter sleep wid yo' jaw floppin' like dat ? 
Den. Naygur, I'm mad. 
Toots. Dat's nuffin new. 
Den. I'm bileing mad. 
Toots. What de debbil I car' ef yo' is ? 
Den, I'm spilin' fer a foight. 
Toots. Oh, go tight yo'self. 

Den, No impidence, naygur, or I'll spile yer beauty. 
Toots. Spile nuffin, Yo's talkin' in front ob yo' face. 
Den. Ah, naygur ! 

Toots. Ah, Irish ! {fhey clinch, hut do not strike.) 
Den. {as they break away). All roight, naygur. Yer color protects 
yez.i 
Toots. P'raps it do, an' Ise jes sartin suah dat yo's pertects you. 
Der. Say, Toots, what air yez goin' ter do till bedtoiine ? 
Toots. Nuffin es I knows ob. 
Den. Let's have a song. 
Toots. Kerrect, What yo' want ter sing ? 
Den, {sings). 

Me father an' mother w^or Irish, 
Me fatlier an" mother wor Irish, / 

Me father an' mother wor Irish, 
An' I am Irish too. 
Toots, Well, dat lets me out, I isn't ob de right sort o' complexion 
ter sing dat song. 
Den. How's this thin? {sings. Air — ''MulUgan's Guards." 
Shoulder arms an' forward march away. 
From Baxter slrate way up Avanoo A; 
The life an' drum they swately, swately play 
As we march, march, march, march in the Mulligan Guards. 
Toots. Wuss 'n wuss, Does I look like a Mulligan Guarder ? 



VACATION. 19 

Den. Yer moighty hard to suit. S'pose ye thry. 
Toots. How's dlst {sings.) 

De noble order ob Full Moons, 
Descendants from ole Ham, 

Recognize dar bredren by de secret word — bazam! 
Dressed in full regalia, 
Hibernians, gib us room ; 

Stand aside, cl'ar de track fo' de order ob Full Moons. 
Den. (disgusted). Ah, git out. Indade I'll sing no naygur song loike 
that. 
Toots. Den let's try de "Two Orphans." 
Both [sing. Air — " Only a Pansy Blossom.'") 

Oh-h-h-h ! We're a couple of poor little orphans, 

Widowers too, you see; 
Our wives got weary and shook us, 

Leaving us both quite free. 
We're gentle and kind as a bulldog 

That sleeps 'neath the evening stars. 
And we will stand without tying, 
And we're not afraid of the cars. 

Oh-h-h-h-h 1 We're a couple of poor little orphans, 

Wandering here alone, 
Never a person to love us, 

No one to welcome us home. 
Our faces would hold up a freight train. 

Our voices would stop a clock ; 
We're looking for work without labor, 
Like shoveling fog ofl" a dock. 
Den. I say, Toots, air ye 'fraid o' ghosts ? 

Toors. No, sah. . Nebber was no ghost could scar' dis chile. What 
fo' yo' explaterate dat question, huh ? 
Den. {carelessly). I jist wanted to know, that's all. 
Toots {nervously). Wha' — wha' — wha' fo' yo' done bring up dat ar 
question fo' den ? I ain't scar'd ob no ghost, cose I ain't, {looks over 
left slionlder) nebber was nohow, {looks over right shoulder) b-b-but I 
don't like ter talk erbout 'em. 
Dex. Ye wouldn't be done up now av ye saw wan ? 
Toots. Hey ? {looks around quickly) No, sah. {boldly) Dar nebber 
was no such fing as a ghost nohow, an' ef I done seed one I'd haul right 

off an' say 

Den. {suddenly). What's that behind j^e? 

Toors {falls on his knees with clasped hands.) Oh, Mr. Ghost, I didn't 
mean it, I didn't mean it— 'deed I didn't. Don't hu't me. please don't! 
I'll done gib yo' er dollah en a half ef yo' let me go ! (Dennis qrahs him 
by the shoulder and shakes him) ^y owl Wow! Wow! Wow! (Dennis 
2JusJi^s him down and runs of) Oh ! I's killed, I's killed ! Vs— {looks 
around, then joyfully) He, he ! I's all right, {rises) Nebber wus 'fraid 
ob ghosts nohow ! Reckon dey's got de Irishman. Dat ghost know'd 
better 'n to tackle dis yere chile. He know'd he git hurted ef he fooled 
roun' me. Yes, sah! [Exit, l. 

Enter Pemberton and Old Obadiah, l., foUotred by Brayton and 
Young Obadiah, u^ho carries^small basket. 

Pem. And you have seen nothing of him ? 



20 VACATION. 

Old 0. Nary a sign. You, Oby ! Be keerful o' them aigs. 

Young 0. I be, pa. 

Old 0. I thoiiglit as how you folks might want some aigs fer break- 
fast ter-inorrer, an' so I had Oby put a couple o' dozen inter a basket, 
an' seein' it's you I won't charge you only six shillings fer 'em, an' 

Pe.m. Confound your eggs ! I want to know what has become of 
Dunbar, [Brayton lights cigare.tte.) 

Old 0. Wal, we ain't seen him, that's fiat. An' I guess I wouldn't 
be over muchly riled up about him, fer he's a pesky mean critter, I 
take it. 

Pem. Brayton says he saw the guide choke him. 

Old 0. Wal, you can bet yer butes he desarved it er Jim wouldn't a 
done it. (Brayton gives Young Obadiah a cigarette ; both smoke.) 

Pem. What do you know about this guide ? 

Old 0. I know lie's es squar a man es you'll And in this here neck o' 
ther woods. Nuthin' sly ner sneakin' 'bout Jim — which I can't say es 
much fer t'other feller."^ (s'"#^) What's burnin'? {sniffs) Smells mighty 
dead like, whatever 'tis, {looks around and sees the others smoking) 
Young Obadiah Siggins ! {rushes irp, gives Brayton a 20ush, who falls 
into basket, grasps Young Obadiah by the collar and shakes him.) 

Bray. Murdah ! Murdah ! 

Young O. Don't, pa, {limph/) I'm gittin' sick. 

Old 0. I'll sicken ye. Smoldn' them things, be yer ? {shake) Want ter 
be a dood, eh ? {shake) Want ter wear big pants an' a leetle hat, eh ? 
eh ? {sh((ke) eh ? 

Y ov}iG O. {iveakly). Don't, pa, I'm— ic— ic— I'm awful sick! {hands 
to stomach, staggers off l.) 

Bray, {still doion). Oh deah ! [Pemberton exits, l. u. e. 

Old 0. Thet's your doin's, mister. Six shillin's wuth o' aigs gone ter 
smash, an' you've' got ter pay fer 'em, tu. 

Bray. Yaas; but who'll pay foh me trousers, don't you know ? They 
're wuined by your beastly old eggs, {rises.) 

Old 0. Don't you 'buse them aigs. They ain't so very old, though 
p'raps they ain' so fresh es you be. ' 

Bray, {looking up r.). You're a wude old man, and I decline to hold 
any intercouse with you. (Old Obadlaii starts toward him) Go away, 
go away! [Exit, r. 

Or-D 0. They du say that ever'thin's made fer some good purpose. 
But shucks ! A buddy ud hev ter look a long ways ter see any use 'n 
a thino; like thet. Smashed mv aigs, an' made my boy sick, tu. {calls) 
Oby! Oby! 

Young 0. (o/f l,, veakh/). Yes, pa. 

Old 0. Come here. What's the matter with yer ? 

Enter Young Obadiah, l., comes down limply. 

I swow ! You dn look nice. 

Young 0. Don't feel nice. 

Old O. Guess yer won't be so peart to smoke terbacker agin, spech- 
erly sech stuff's doods smoke. 

Young 0. He coaxed me to. 

Old 0. Don't give us none o' yer Adam an' Eve bisness. I sorter 
suspicion you didn't need much coaxin'. 

Young 0. Be ver ii;oin' ter lick me, pa ? 

Old 0. Wal, I orter. (Young O. howls) Shet up! I'll let you off this 



VACATION. 21 

time, seein' 's you've beii so sick. But don't you ever let me ketch you 
a smokiu' one o' them pizen things agin. Now come along hum. 

[Exeimt, L. 1 E. 
Bntei- Dunbar, l. u. e., cautiously. 

Dun. The coast is clear at last, and there is no sign of tliat cursed 
tramp anywhere about. I have kept out of Pemberton's way until he 
must be alarmed for my safety. I must urge him to leave here, for if 
Wells and Raggles compare notes it will be very awkward for me. But 
if tlie worst comes to the worst, blast it, I'll murder that tramp before 
I'll be exposed. I would be justified, too. I hold my reputation above 
life itself, and I will defend it at all hazards. If Wells should ever learn 
that he is suspected of stealing live thousand dollars instead of live hun- 
dred, he would seek an explanation at once, and then the secret would be 
out. That shall never happen; I'll send him to heaven first, {siarts r., 
pauses) Here comes Pemberton now, and I'll — no, that impudent actor 
is with him. I will learn if there is anything in the wind, {hides behind 
tent.) 

Enter Pemberton and Dick, r. 

Dick. Take my advice, Mr. Pemberton, and don't worry. The fellow 
will turn up like a bad penny. 

Pem. And are you also his enemy ? 

Dick. I have not that pleasure. My feelings regarding him have only 
reached a condition of dislike. 

Pem. Why do you dislike him ? 

DioK. For one thing, because he sneers at my profession. When I 
see a man, who professes high morality, turn up his nose at an actor, 
simply because he is an actor, I put that man down at once as a canting 
hypocrite. I act only on the stage, but he is acting at all times. 

Pem. And your other reasons ? 

Dick. Instinct, my dear sir. The same reason that makes me dislike 
a snake or a spider, or anything else that is disagreeable. 

Pem. Well, it may be that I Wve been deceived in Dunbar, yet I am 
loth to believe it. I have always looked upon him as a model young 
man. 

Dick. And so he may be. My dislike for him is only general — it has 
nothing whatever to do with his integrity. For all I know he may be 
a pattern of virtue. Suppose we drop' the subject? I hate to say 
anything unpleasant about a fellow behind his back; but if I ever have 
a good opportunity I will repeat all that I have said to his face, and will 
throw in something extra for good measure. 

Pem. Very well.' Suppose we have a smoke before we turn in for 
the night ? 

Dick. I'll go you. [Exeunt, r. u. e. 

Dun. {coming down). It strikes me that I am not an especial favorite 
with this crowd. Even that old fool of a Pemberton is weakening in 
his regard for me. All right, Mr. Richard Percival ! {savageh/) I owe 
you one, my gay young man, and if I don't make it hot for you next 
season there is no virtue in money. Let me see. There is no danger 
that Pemberton will learn anything to-night; so if the tramp has cleared 
out for good, I'll persuade the old man to leave in the morning. Ah! 
{looks R.) Here comes Wells at last. Vanish, my boy. {hides behind 
tent as before.) 

Enter Herbert and Jack, r. 2 e. 

Herb. It Is very strange what has become of the fellow. 



22 VACATION. 

Jack. I can venture a guess at it. 

Herb. Let's have it. 

Jack. Our friend with the sanctimonious face has either bribed him 
to disappear, or has "done" him. 

Herb. What motive could he have ? 

Jack. I can't guess that far, 

Herb. I think I have it. This tramp wished to tell me something — 
something, perhaps, that would implicate Dunbar. 

Jack. That would be a motive for putting him out of the way. Yet 
5'ou say you have no idea who he is. 

Herb. Not in the least, although his face is familiar. However, we 
can do nothing to-night; therefore you may as well turn in, as I shall 
rout you out early. 

Jack. Good-night then, old man. Pleasant dreams. 

Herb. Same to you. 

Jack. Watch out for yourself, and if you should get into a shindy, 
sing out, for I sleep with one eye open. 

Herb. Thanks ; but I shall be all right. Take care of Braytoh, though, 
or some felonious chipmunk may steal him. 

Ja(^k. No danger of that, if he has a cigarette going. 

Herb. Well, then, good-night. 

Jack. Good-night. [Exit, e. 

Herb. There's a good-hearted fellow. I wish that the world was 
wholly populated with men like him. How strange and heavy the air 
seems to-night. I have never felt anything like this in the woods be- 
fore. I wish that tramp had turned up, for I would like to know what 
he meant by his air of mystery. Who can the fellow be ! I know that 
I've seen him before, and yet for the life of me I cannot place him. 
Well, {//(tw)is) no matter. This has been a busy day, and I am dead 
tired; so now for bed. {e)iters lent) This isn't exactly a sirring mattress. 
(lies down) I expect the poor dude will be a total wreck in the morn- 
ing. I'm (yaivns) glad I'm not a dude. 

A imiLse. Then Dunbar appears from behind the tent and cautiously 
comes doim ; looks offi.., comes to r., looks off c, and returns 
to R. o. 

Dun. Nobody about ! He is asleep at last. If I spare his life it will 
result in my own ruin, for I know that to-morrow things will be cleared 
up, and I shall be disgraced forever. Disgraced! yes, and immured 
within the cold gray walls of Sing Sing prison. It is my reputation, my 
liberty, against liis life. I'll do it. {draws knife with a trembling hand) 
Curse it all I How my hand shakes ! Am I growing chicken-hearted ? 
Come, come, this won't do. Think of what is at stake. One blow and 
I shall be safe. Who said "murder ?" (foo^•.s^ around nervously) 1V& 
nothing of the sort. It is justifiable, justifiable, and I'll do it. {starts 
tovKird tent, then) 
Rag. {qfij., sinr/s). 

Comrades, comrades, ever since we were boys, 
Sharing each other's sorrows, sharing each other's joys; 
Comrades when manhood was dawning, 

Faithful whatever might betide; 
When danger threatened, my darling old comrade 
Was there by my side. 
Dun. {after a pause). It's Haggles ! Good ! I'll kill two birds with 
one stone. ' [Exit, e. 



VACATION. 23 

Enter Raggles, l. 

Rag. Fellers don't come sneakin eround at night with butcher knives 
in ther hands, 'thout meanin' mischief— specially Dunbar. I sorter 
reckoned that song would give him the staggers, {goes to tent, looks in) 
Mr. Wells ! {caiitioushj) Mr. Wells ! Wake up ! Wake up ! 

Herb. Hello! 

Rag. 'Sh ! It's me. I want ter have a talk. 

Herb, {coming out). Ah, you've come back, eh ? 

Rag. You bet. I've ben layin' low, waitin' fer developments. You've 
ben mighty near to kingdom come. 

Herb. What do you mean ? {they come down o.) 

Rag. Jest this. Less 'n live minutes ago I clapped my peepers onto 
Dunbar sneakin' up with a butcher knife, an' me private opinion is that 
he meant to carve you inter an angei. 

Herb. The scoundrel ! Where's my riile ? 

Rag. Hold yer hosses. He's sloped. 

Herb, Tell me who you are. 

Rag. Look at me sharp. Don't you remember an odd-job man as 
used ter help ther janitor clean up eround ther bank ? I'm that huckle- 
berry. 

Herb. Ah, I remember you now. 

Rag. I know'd you would, an' I know'd you ther minute I sot me two 
eyes onto you. Look here, Mr. Wells. Why did you leave that air 
bank ? 

Herb. I fail to see how 

Rag. Don't get riled. I'll answer that kernumdrum. It's cos you 
was 'cused of robbin' five thousand plunks. 

Herb. What! 

Rag. Fact. The ole man thort that you'd swiped five thousand 
shiners, an' I know you hadn't lifted a blamed one. 

Herb, {taking his hand). I thank you for that. Yet I don't under- 
stand how 

Rag. It's plain as mud. I heer'd you tellin' ther newspaper feller as 
you charged yerself with five hundred. 

Herb. So I did. (Dunbar sHjjs unseen behind the tent.) 

Rag. Well, that cuss stole forty-five hundred more, leavin' yer cash 
five thousand short. 

Herb. How do you know this ? 

Rag. How do I ? 'Cause I seed 'im wid me two eyes, an' I hear'd 'im 
say to hisself, " This cooks his goose." 

Herb. You saw and heard this ? 

Rag. Fact. 

Herb. Then in Heaven's name why didn't you report it ? 

Rag. 'Cause I didn't tumble to whese goose was bein' cooked, be- 
sides, ther next day I was in the soup meself. 

Herb. In what way ? 

Rag. Why, that slippery devil must a know'd I was there, an' he put 
up a job on me. As I was goin' out he called ter me — there was no- 
body in sight jest then, — an' made me a present of an overcoat, which 
he said he'd no use fer. Like a blame jay I took it, an' that night I 
was nabbed by a cop fer stealin' it. Well, he got me jugged, but a 
week ago I was pardoned out. I followed him here to git revenge — 
{passionately) to get revenge, I tell you, an' by the Eternal I'm goin' 
ter have it ' (crosses.) 

Herb. That's a strange story. 



24 VACATION. 

Rag. An' a true one. At first I allow'd I'd kill the whelp, but now 
I'll let him live to drag out the slow years behind ther bars, a feelin' all 
ther disgrace he put on me. 

Herb. Will you bring Mr. Pemberton here and repeat your story be- 
fore him ? 

Rag. Sure, {starts r.) 

Herb. Hurry up, please, [goes down l.) 

Rag. You bet. (Dunbar dra as pistol and fires at Raggles, who stag- 
r/ers. He tlien lolieels quickly, and is about to fire at Herbert, icJien 
Raggles springs upon him and torests the pistol from his hand.) 

Rag. Not this evening ! 

Dun. You devilish 

Rag. Don't swear, mister — it's wicked. (Dunbar drau'S knife, but 
Raggles wrests it from him) You're a reg'lar plum ! {flings him doum) 
Lay still, you pizeh ! 

E7iter Brayton, r., in a long nightgown. 

Bray. Oh deah ! What's all this wumpus ? 

Herb. We've got a snake here, {binds Dunbar with rope.) 

Bray. A snake ! {j^ulls up nightgown) Take it away ! I don't like 
snakes. 

Rag. This one has two legs, you fool. Go back to bed. 

Bray. Yaas. Perhaps I had bettah. I might catch cold, don't you 
know. [Exit, l. 

Herb. Get up now. (Dunbar rises.) 

Enter Pemberton and Jack, e. 

Pem. What does this mean ? 

Rag. 'Bout twenty years, I'm thinkin'. 

Jack {aside to Herbert). I thought it best to tell the old gentleman 
all that I could. 

Herb, {aside to Jack). Thank you. It saves a part of the trouble, 
anyhow. 

Pem. Curtis, can it be possible that 

Dun. {savagehf). Yes it can. Now make the most of it. 

Pem. Herbert, I did jjou a great wrong, and I sincerely ask your 
pardon. 

Herb, [tnking his hand). Granted, sir, freely. 

Pem. Then, when the vacation is over, if you will accept your old 
position, at an increased salary, you will be gladly welcomed back. 
And our worthy friend here, {indicating Raggles) shall not be forgot- 
ten for his share in making this the happiest vacation we have ever 
known. 

CURTAIN. 



3DE: "WITT'S 



Ethiopian and Comic Drama. — Continued. 



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No. 
49 

132 
153 

145. 
22, 

27, 
125. 
30. 



76, 
91. 
87. 

135. 

92. 

9. 

57. 



115, 
14. 

105. 
45. 

55. 

81. 

26. 
138. 

15. 

59. 

21. 
160. 



M.F. 
Nieht in a Strange Hotel, Ethiopian 

sketch 2 

Noble Savage, Eth. sketch 4 1 

Norah's Good Bye, Irish musical 

sketch 2 1 

No Pay No Cure, Eth. sketch 5 

Obeying Orders. Eth. sketch 2 1 

100th Night of Hamlet, Eth. sketch 7 1 
Oh, Hush! operatic olio, 3 scenes. 4 1 
One Night in a Bar-Koom, Eth. 

sketch 7 

One Night in a Medical College, 

Eth. sketch ,. 7 1 

One, Two, Three, Eth. sketch 7 

Painter's Apprentice, Eth. farce... 6 
Pete and the Peddler, Eth. and 

Irish sketch 2 1 

Pleasant Companions, Eth. sketch. 5 1 

Polar Bear, Eth. farce 4 1 

Policy Players. Eth, sketch 7 

Ponipey's Patients, Eth. interlude, 

2 scenes 6 

Porter's Troubles, sketch 6 1 

Port Wine vs. Jealousy, sketch... 2 1 

Private Boarding, farce 3 3 

Recruiting Office. Eth. sketch 5 

Rehearsal (Tbe), Irish farce, 2 sc. . 4 2 
Remittance from Home, Ethiopian 

sketch 6 

Rigging a Purchase, Eth. sketch.. 3 

Rival Artists. Eth. sketch 4 

Rival Tenants, Et^l. sketch 4 

itival Barbers' Shops, Eth. farce.. 6 1 

Sam's Courtship, Eth. farce 2 1 

Sausage Makers, Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 5 1 
Scanipini, pantomime, 2 sc(Mies. . 6 3 
Scenes in Front of a Clothing Store, 

farce 7 1 

Scenes on the Mississippi, Eth. 

sketch. 2 scenes 6 

Serenade (The), Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 7 



No. M.F. 

38. Siamese Twins, Eth. sketch, 2 sc.. 5 

74. Sleepwalker, Eth. sketch, 2 scenes 3 

46. Slippery Day, Eth. sketch 6 1 

69. Squire for a Day, Eth. sketch 5 1 

56. Stage-struck Couple, Eth. interlude 2 1 

72. Strangers, Eth. burlesque 1 1 

13. Streets of New York, sketch 6 

16. Storming the Fort, sketch 6 

7. Stupid Seavant, sketch 2 

121. Stocks Up ! Stocks Down 1 Eth. 

farce 2 

154. Sulphur Bath, Eth. farce 3 

47. Take It, Don't Take It, Eth. sketch 2 
54. Them Papers, Eth. sketch 3 ;i. 

100. Three Chiefs, Eth. sketch, 2 scenes 6 
102. Three A. M., sketch, 2 scenes. ... 3 1 
34. Three Strings to one Bow, Eth. 

sketch 4 1 

122. Ticket Taker, Eth. farce 2 

2. Tricks, Eth. sketch 5 2 

104. Two Awfuls, Eth. sketch 5 

5. Two Black Roses. Etli. sketch 4 1 

28. Uncle Eph's Dream, Eth. sketch, 2 

scenes 3 1 

156. United States Mail. Eth. larce 2 2 

134. Unlimited Cheek. Eth. sketch 4 1 

62. Vinegar Bitters. Ith. sketch 6 1 

32. Wake up, William Henry, Eth. 
sketch 3 

39. Wanted, a Nurse, sketch 4 

75. WestoTi, theWalkest, Dutch sketch 7 1 
93. What Shall I Take ? Eth. farce 7 1 

29. Who Died First? Eth. sketch 3 1 

97. Who's the Actor? Eth. larce 4 

137. Whose Babv is it? Eth. sketch ... 2 1 
143. Wonderful Telephone, Eth. sketch 4 1 

99. Wrong Woman in the Right Place, 

sketch, 2 scenes 2 2 

S."). Young Scamp, Eth. sketch 3 

116. Zacharias' Funeral, Eth. farce.... 6 



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